It’s a stress-busting mechanism I developed when I was a student. One of these professors of mine was a fire-spewing monster, and for some obscure reason, he was in a habit of picking up on me. I began to imagine him decked in briefs, socks, shoes, and a tie, sans the shirt and trousers…and whenever he’d begin to shout at me, I’d imagine him shouting near buff…it diffused the stress and anger that welled up within – I think that’s when I subconsciously began to see the funny side of people.